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| Who wants to deal with me? A mare that seems cold, soulless, mean....; Neutral | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 21 2014, 12:36 PM (316 Views) | |
| mousestep | Jan 21 2014, 12:36 PM Post #1 |
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Live Free or Die
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A gray mare stepped into the homeless area. She was alart for any other horses here, she didn't mind if none was here at the moment. Since she ran here she decided to take a deep breath of the chilly Autumn air. She doesn't get why she was drawn to this place. Should I stay here and see what happens? Or should I leave this place? What drew me to this place in the first place anyways? Was Sally's thought. As Sally was deep in thought she didn't even realize that the sun has gone down since she got here. What got her to notice it was that it got a bit more chilly then it was when she first got here. She took one last look around the place waiting to see if she notice anyone that get her to maybe stay here longer. She sighed as to her it seemed to be just a wast of time for her to be here. The gray mare got up and started to turn to the left as to leave the homeless area. When she thought she got a scent of another horse. A stallion maybe? She took a deep breath, as to confirm what she thought she smelled. She followed the scent a bit, until she got a bit closer and saw a stallion not too far from her now. She decide to call out, "Hello? My name is Sally," Sally decided not to step any closer to the stallion, since she wasn't so sure what he mway want from her. Edited by mousestep, Jan 21 2014, 12:38 PM.
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| `d e p p | Jan 21 2014, 09:10 PM Post #2 |
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I think everybody's nuts.
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![]() T Y R A N T thoroughbred hybrid stallion . argon x noeko . nine years old . black . black eyes . dark . 16.3hh TYRANT'S VOICE (please, you'll want to listen to this first!) At last, the golden orb is beginning her slow descent behind the jagged horizon. The shadows begin to creep along the ground, coiling and hissing like snakes as the dark tendrils grasp with eagerness. The breath slowly grows cold, seized by the stars that still wait readily behind the iridescent light, freezing the warmth of the flesh and turning the living breath to fog. Winter is nearly here. Her frigid fingers are draped across the humble planet, warning them of her wrath that is about to be unleashed as she entombs their lives in the cold embrace of her frozen breath. These desolate borders are held in a cool haze as Prime descends, giving away slowly to the night that will soon encase them, enveloping all within in a starry cloak. Less than an hour stands between the darkness and its freedom, unbidden and wild as it takes over the heavens for its brief hours of dark reign. The black beast lurks in the shadows, growing and pulsating with them as they become stronger as the night grows closer. He welcomes this darkness much like the devil welcomes death and sin, with a wicked satisfaction that smolders like hellfire through his bones. He is much like the shadows that coddle him, writhing and chaotic, uncontrollable and unpredictable. His glassy black eyes stare out from the little cove of trees that he has tucked himself in, standing among his cadaverous throne of blood and lust. Tyrant is alone here, rotting in his own black hell despite the occasional equine that passes him, ignorant to the monster that lurks so closely in the shadows. The black beast waits, silent as his cold dark eyes strip the flesh of each individual that wanders past his deathly glare, revealing the skeleton of cowardice and filth that lies beneath. He scowls in disgust, unimpressed by the vermin that swarm around him. Amidst the descending darkness, he sees her, with her pale hide almost shimmering beneath the moons' light that is just beginning to appear, their luminous rays reaching to caress her petite figure, pulling her out to stand stark against the darkness of the valley grass. His cruel black eyes watch as the small mare wanders closer to his shadowy cavern of vines and leaves. She appears to notice his presence, unlike the numbers of other individuals that were scoured without mercy from the monster's inky eyes and black heart; he is amused as she calls out to him, obvious in search of some company, but she draws no closer to him. Tyrant waits several moments before he responds to Sally, allowing a heavy silence to fall over them before he moves. “You are cautious, Sally,” his deep voice rasps against his throat in venomous tones that slither through the air to harass the pale mare, filling her ears and plaguing her mind with terrible things that should only exist in nightmares. He advances slowly towards her, his black form mostly hidden by the night until he draws near, his deathly movement like a coiled serpent poised to strike, “that is wise. You never know what monsters might lurk in the shadows.” He taunts her, coming to a slow, snaking halt, close enough for Sally to see the anger that burns with the hell that lights his eyes, his yellowed teeth flashing in a sneer over his frigid lips. Everything about the stallion screams danger and death, his large body hovering over hers as he lowers his head to penetrate her eye directly, fixing her with a wicked leer. His raspy voice leaves his tongue slowly, evil and poisoned with sinful pleasure as he sneers, his warmth breath curling into the cool air like smoke to frame his deathly features, “I am Tyrant.” |
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| mousestep | Jan 21 2014, 09:37 PM Post #3 |
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The white gray mare, took a step back when he took a step back. Though it was just this one single hoove step back. She felt the chills go through her when he spoke, each and every time he spoke. She grew to love the chilly feeling she got when he spoke. She saw the evil and danger in his eyes when he lowered himself to look at her. Her own deep brown eyes showed cold, soulless and heartless. As well as not much fear, of him, but it did show accepting and excitment for the danger and evil he offers? "Hi T Y R A N T," she answered back, as she stepped closer to him, and decide to walk around him once before Sally came to a stop back where she was before she walked around him once. "Well, do you like what you see? There big devil, evil big stallion?" she asked, all so sweetly, as showing herself to him as in trying to play with him a little. Showing she was very much willing, so long as he likes what he sees. "So do you own any land of your own?" Sally asks next and watches him closely showing no sign of backing down. |
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| `d e p p | Jan 23 2014, 11:57 AM Post #4 |
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I think everybody's nuts.
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T Y R A N T Your worst dream, that's my idea. The stallion's cold black eyes narrow slightly as he inspects the pale mare, like an angry scientist observing a small insect beneath a magnifying glass, impaling a small pin through her body as she lays upon the cloth underneath the glass, tightly fastened in her position. He is amused as she greets him, looking up into the hellfire that is brought forth from his black heart to seethe within the soulless pits of his eyes. However, his calloused lips soon curl into a silent snarl as she walks a circle around him, his ugly yellowed teeth flashing briefly over the hissing barbed tongue that waits readily to lash at her. Sally's words goad him further into the deviltry that has come to consume him, marking him not as flesh and bone, but of the death and horror that eats away at his stone heart. The little mare flaunts herself, giving herself only too easy to the dark beast that looms over her, writhing and rioting like a monster just waiting to be unleashed. Poised muscles slither beneath his black skin as Tyrant shifts his body weight forward, almost seeming to cover her like a black drape that cuts off light and air, smothering her until she gives in to his savage wrath. His cold lips coil into a ghastly sneer, his deadly teeth stark in the darkness of the night that engulfs the rest of his large figure, blurring the lines of his body until he is neither living nor dead, but a barbaric wraith that seeks sinful joy in the dying breath and warm blood. His raspy voice leaks slowly over his venomous tongue, hissing like a viper and taunting her with the hell that is the black stallion. “I see a desperate little mare who has yet to be exposed to the terrible wiles of the world, still so naive to the horror that awaits her in the shadows. If you assume that is what I like, then you are dreadfully wrong,” his words bite at her, harsh and calloused as he leers, the length of his knotted black tail lashing through the cool night air. She is foolish for acting in such a way to him, as though he would accept her body in such a way; no, the black stallion has other, more ghastly, schemes for what he will do with her. The thought brings him a wicked glee that seethes behind his glassy dark eyes, his words slow and wild. “However, I do enjoy the corruption,” the beast smiles, and it is savage and ugly, screaming of the danger and havoc that he can wreck so easily. The black stallion does not threaten her lightly, playing with her like a cat would with a mouse, toying with its paws before the deadly strike is given. Sally is such a petite little mouse, Tyrant would have no problem with her frail bones and thin flesh. He finds vicious glee in these visions, his black lips curling into a snarling sneer. He pins the pale mare with his cruel eyes, penetrating her like a pin through her soft body. “What is a king without his kingdom, pet?” His gravelly tones take on a more nonchalant demeanor, as if he is already growing bored, “Mine is Hope's Marsh, though I can assure you that my domain does not rest at paltry drawn borders,” the dark fiend speaks now with an eager wickedness, his tongue wet for the bloodshed and carnage that awaits him. He is hellfire and brimstone, and he will bring all the pitiful of Kormada to his dreadful purgatory. |
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| mousestep | Jan 23 2014, 12:52 PM Post #5 |
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Sally, couldn't help but to flinch back when she herd him make threating noise from his mouth. She listens to the things he says to her. She was sure they are not nice threats. Though since she is not so nive to the dangers; to the evils to the world around her. His threats don't scare her as much as they most likely should. Though the main reason they don't scare her as they most likely should is the simple fact that she knew of the dangers and evils to the world by listening to other horses. She may have been an outsider to many other herds and even to the one she was born into. Howerver that does not make her nive and unaware of the world around her. The good or the evil to the places around her. Since she does know of the evil, and danger of the world, she has accepted what comes with the evil and danger. Doesn't so matter to her if it maybe her death or anything else that she could lose from bbeing around the evil of the world. She was willing to be a part of it, more then she was willing to be in the light where it may be more safe in the end. The white gray mare, lifted her head back to the devil, but also while her head stayed a bit lower as in unsure what he is able to do. She may have accepted whatever the evil of this world may throw at her even if it be the lost of her own life. She knows there are many different kinds of levels of evil and in what those evils can do. And she knew not to under estamate anyone evil you may face. "I am aware of the evils of this world. I am accepting of whatever the evil of this world may do to me, even if it is my own life, or soul. Though as of now I don't have a soul anyways," She stated all so calmly. "What kind of things you like the most in a mare?" she asked still keeping her head low in respect. Edited by mousestep, Jan 30 2014, 10:54 AM.
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| `d e p p | Jan 30 2014, 06:08 PM Post #6 |
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T Y R A N T Your worst dream, that's my idea. His black eyes remain trained on the pale mare, bathed in the soft light of the moons, her glowing hide reflecting into his glassy gaze, and the light is eaten by the darkness that writhes inside of him. He scowls at her words, calloused lips twisting into something ugly. The length of his gnarled tail flicks once around his hocks, snaking around his legs before being caught in a cool gentle breeze of the night, coiling like shadowy vipers in the air. There is a moment of silence that passes as Sally finishes speaking, her dainty head lowering into submission, something that both delights and amuses the savage monster. Tyrant raises his head a few degrees in response, the muscles of his lean neck arching as he towers over her, like a shadow ready to smother. “Is that so?” He muses, his sickly voice leaking like slow poison, and the dark monster doesn't believe a word of it. This petite mare may have a backbone, but her brown eyes are too alight with something other than the cruelty that consumes his own body, and he knows that she is not barbaric. However, he can sense a hunger within her, perhaps even a craving for the darkness and shadows, to explore what savagery may lie beyond the light and security. This thought causes a leer to slither across the large stallion's lips, ugly and dangerous. He is only too willing to show her what his burning hell has to offer. It is often a long and agonizing process, full of pain and fire, but only the darkest creatures can triumph, fed by the blood and flesh and goaded by the wicked devilry that can come to control the mind. And he is their king, monstrous and glorious in his brutal ferocity. Tyrant shifts his large weight, his cruel eyes still pinning Sally in her lowly position, his raspy voice reaching to hold her, tightening its grasp so that she cannot escape from him. “There are many things that may catch my eye, but it is in the moments that follow that determine a mare's worth; there is very little that can distinguish your status from prisoner to herd mare,” his yellowed teeth flash threateningly in the darkness, taunting and sick. Indeed, his foggy kingdom crawls with the lowly prisoners that he has been able to collect, each ticking with her own clock to prove herself and her worth to him---a feat that is not easy with the black beast. He sneers, the gesture ghastly as hell burns in his wild black eyes, tormenting the little pale mare that stands below him. “You would belong to me should you return to Hope's Marsh---that is a gamble of your soul that you would have to make. And the question is, Sally, are you strong enough?” He speaks as though she has a choice, allowing the pale mare to choose her own fate, but really, her destiny has already been decided. He will have her, prisoner or herd mare; he is sure that it will not be difficult if he has to drag her body back kicking and screaming. But for now he waits, setting her bait, the beast cruel and without mercy as the chaos in his eyes runs like smoke through his entire being. She could be a dainty little treasure to add to his miserable acquisition, a glowing prize to add to his shelf. He leers, the dark night shadows writhing behind their master. |
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| mousestep | Jan 30 2014, 06:51 PM Post #7 |
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Sally thought some as if she had a choice in if she go with him or not. Deep down she was sure she didn't have a choice really. Though even if she had a choice, her choice was already made anyways. She thought some, and the thought of joining him, excitment went through her white gray mare. She stayed in her low positions when she spoke. "Yeah I would like to go with you, and be part of your herd. Belong to you, just you," Sally said, keeping her position low. She wouldn't lift her position if she could, though at the moment the way he towered over her and look at her, she was forced to stay in her lower position. As if she was being held in that position from unknown forces. |
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